A Daily Dose of Mischief

  At dinner we were discussing friend triangles and how difficult they can be (when three people are friends and two of them are always competing for the attention of the other one). B piped up: I was part of a friend hexagon once!

Mom: Why are your "inside voices" so much louder than your "outside voices"?! C (age 8): I don't know...maybe its because you're always inside when we're outside.

Me: B, Princesses share. Aren't you a Princess? B: No! I'm a QUEEN!

#4 had to bring a box of tissue to school for his own use at the beginning of the year. Today he showed it to me, proudly pointing out that it was still almost full. #3: Why? #4: I didn't need to blow my nose very much. #3: Why? Because you used your shirt?

#2 learned about courage in church today and that you can't have courage if you aren't afraid. He decided that Superman isn't courageous because he is invincible and has nothing to be afraid of, but then decided that Superman is brave because he wears his underwear on the outside of his clothes...

Today at church I noticed a filthy looking sock sitting under #4's seat. I asked him what it was doing there and he said with a perfectly straight face, "It's my bookmark!"

B asked me recently if I would buy her a pink " loolyhoop ". I wish that is what hula hoops were really called! I have a tendency to dance around the house if there is music on. We have a backyardigans CD that we got for Miss B, and it was playing. I danced into the kitchen where our 12 year old son S was sweeping. He was staring at the floor looking upset so I asked him what was wrong, and he said he was embarrassed at the way I danced. I had a momentary feeling of triumph at being able to embarrass my kid from the safety of my own home. Then, a few days later, the same CD was playing and I walked by the kitchen to see that same 12 year old dancing his way across the kitchen. He didn't even realize he was doing it until I pointed it out to him. We bought a new computer chair a few months ago, and the boys took the box it came in and made it into their own amusement park ride. One would get inside and the others would roll or spin the box around and give him a ride. I go...

A few days ago, Miss B started pretending to be asleep whenever she gets into trouble. The first time she was laying down pretending, but now she just closes her eyes and stands really still. After a second she will open one eye and look to see if her ploy is working on whoever she is in trouble with, and if it isn't, she closes her eyes again. It's really cute.

It was Miss B's turn to say family prayer tonight (she is almost three). D helped her, only instead of just repeating what he said, she sang it back. "Thank thee for today-ay-ay." "Please help us do what's Ri-i-ight." "Help us to be sa-a-afe." I admit that I peeked. Not only was she singing the prayer, she had one hand on her hip and was dancing to o.

I have not been posting on here very often! I need to fix that. I somewhat blame facebook since it's so quick and easy to post funny things the kids do and say there. B, who I can't call baby B anymore since we had a new baby in September, calls her brothers her boys. It's so cute when she says, "I want to see my boys!" or yells out "My boys are home!" When they come home. What is even cuter is that she came up with the term all on her own. She is already taking over the household! B's newest boy... And since I haven't talked about baby D much on this blog, here is a pic to catch things up!

That you need hair to make polyjuice potion. And everyone knows that when cutting some of your own hair off, the easiest way to see what you are doing is to look in the mirror and use some scissors to cut some off of the front. I just want to know why three of my boys felt the need to contribute some of their hair to a pretend polyjuice potion just a couple of days before school pictures!

K (after being lectured about hitting his brother): You always say to treat people the way you want to be treated, so when T hits me, it just means he wants to be hit back.

On the way home from school today, the boys were telling D about meeting Smokey the Bear. K: I shook his hand. It was kind of scary! T: Yeah, Smokey the Bear is kind of scary, even though he's not real. K: Yeah, it's kind of scary even though he's not real, because his hand feels real. T: No, he's kind of scary in a Dora (the Explorer) kind of way. K: Yeah, and he didn't blink.

I recently went to Parent-Teacher conferences at the grade school. While there I had the opportunity to see a project #3 had written about his family. Here are some quotes from that project... "I think my Dad would be cooler if he had a black belt in Karate." "My Mom is overweight." "My Dad is overweight too." Well, if he's anything, he's honest!

#4 came to us the other night and said in his best whiny voice, "T said the whole world is going to burn up and get baptized by fire. But Dad, if that happens then we won't be able to watch TV anymore!" Ah, the priorities of the young...

Our kids were being very rambunctious this evening and less than well behaved. D lamented that we didn't have a coal burning furnace. Of course, none of the kids got his hint that they were misbehaving to the point of earning a lot of coal this Christmas. I explained what he meant and the conversation continued this way after we asked T if he knew what Santa put in the stockings of kids who weren't good. T: Santa doesn't put that stuff in our stockings anyway. He's DEAD. Mom and Dad do it! (Not all of our kids knew about Santa yet but I bet they are suspicious now!) K: No...Where would Mom get all that stuff to put in our stockings? T: MONEY (said in a duh tone of voice). K: No, Mom doesn't do it...(followed by a long thoughtful pause)...It must be Grandpa Lloyd! I laughed out loud. I guess he knows that Grandpa Lloyd has more money than we do! I wonder what he would think if he knew that I stuff Grandpa's stocking!

Me: T, I love you! T: I love you too. Me: Sorry I get cranky sometimes. T: It's okay. Mom's and Dad's are like that when they have kids that are 12 (note here that T is not the 12 year old). Then they get worse when their kids are teenagers and start saying bad words and playing T rated games...pretty soon J is going to start acting like a teenager.

Last night at Cub Scout Pack meeting the Cubmaster urged all the boys to think of a friend they could bring to Scouts. #5 thought about it for a while and then stated that he thought they should be able to bring girls into the Cub Scout meetings. His logic was that girls would grow up and have babies, and then that would mean even more scouts!

As I was getting a drink of water for my 1st grade son, he was explaining to me that he didn't have a drink at home today. But he did have a drink of water at school: "The water at school tastes like grass mixed with some water that is kind of warm."

This morning I was talking to #4 aka K. He said, "Do you think my hair will still be yellow when I grow up?" I thought about it for a minute and then said, "Grandpa L had yellow hair when he was a kid." #4 quickly shot back, "So I'm going to have gray hair when I grow up?" A few minutes later I found out that he wants his hair to turn brown because he wants to BE Indiana Jones when he grows up.